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Theme: Taxidermy and cannibalism
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If you were to ask me how long we've been together, I'd have to say about four months now.

We had met at her place, of course, and she had... 'invited' me to stay the night with her and her family. I had only asked for directions, but, when she insisted I stay for dinner and she would show me the way out of her 'neighborhood'... let's just say I couldn't say no. Indirectly or otherwise.

Still, having survived that night and the several ones to follow, we began dating. Two weeks later, we began making love. After the first month, we were a couple. A month after that, I shared my profession with her and she shared hers with me.

Who would have guessed she'd come to me with the honest request of deboning her, sewing up her body, filling her with stuffing, and, when all of the work was done, eating her body with her.

And all this time I thought it was just pillow talk. Since she went through the trouble of preparing the stuffing, sharpening my knives, and getting new tattoos, I agreed to take her up on her offer... on the condition that we could make move while I did it, and she made her special energy drinks to keep me going.

She agreed, I got my things together, the engineers gave us use of their devices, and we decided on a date together.
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Nidalee and I entered my temporary workshop together, and she immediately began undressing as I set the table.

As her beautiful body was opened to the world, and my eyes dared peeks now and again, I chose my tools and laid them out.

Scaples of varying sizes, two handaxes, needles and spools of cooking thread, dental paste, pain killers and muscle relaxers, four eight-inch nails, a rubber mallet, a chart of the human female body, and an eight-inch steel restraint.

By the time I was prepared and wheeling over my work cart, she was laying on the hard wood table, on her belly and her on her folded clothes, and waiting for me with that hungry smile I had first seen her make that night four months ago.

Tantalizing as she was, first things first, and so I had her roll over onto her back while I got her does of pain killers ready, but she had other ideas. I placed the painkillers into her mouth, but instead of swallowing she spat them out and went to undo my pants. This was how she was, so I let her do what she wanted removed my shirt as she dropped my drawers.

Half an hour later, and after downing he last of my first jungle juice and cleaning her up, I rolled her over on her belly once more, making sure her tired form was properly positioned, and then grabbed the nails and mallet.

Holding her by her ankles and wrists one at a time, I drove the nails home in between the balls of her feet and the centers of her palms. She stayed still, as much as she could expecting the pain but not fully comprehending it until it was done, and I did help her ease into it with another orgasm.

The final nail went in near her neck. The size was a little too small, so I did have to hold her neck in place before I could hammer it in. All and all, i looked alright, I missed all of her arteries and tendons, and she was still able to breath well enough.

I had a little fun at her expense as I played with her feet, tickling her soles and pulling on the toes, but I I didn't torment her to long as I picked up the first scalpel and cut into her right leg, easily breaking the skin and piercing through muscle.

Nidalee hissed and tensed, but did her best to stay still as I brought the implement across the length of her leg, going slowly and doubling back as I did. By the time I got to the back of the knee, I was ready to remove the first set of bones. I placed the bones into a bin, and then resumed my bloody work.

When I finally finished the legs a hour later, she was startled into semi-awareness when I slowly pushed myself into her anus, and then became fully awake before I let myself go inside her tight rectum.

Her legs were now useless, deboned and in the process of being sowed up after a five minute break, and yet they were still very sexy. The banana bread stuffing she had made was going to taste great cooked along with those beautiful, tanned limbs.

I did offer her the pain killers again, but she shook her head, so I put them back in their bottle and began to cut from the small of her back to the base of her neck. I wanted to remove the spine as soon as possible so she wouldn't be in so much pain, but, as she passed out again with an empty look in her eyes, I knew she wouldn't mind.

Besides, the pelvis would be difficult to remove without first gutting her. The rib cage would be difficult as well, but that would be from the pain she would have experienced.

After twenty minutes, she was all but dead from the neck down, her spine joining the bones of her legs and knees in the bin, and her chest cavity filling with her own blood.

It was time to remove her head and make sure she was free from the pain she had requested to undertake. At least I knew how to clean, treat, and cook the organs. Given that she lived in the jungle, knowing how to cook was key to survival when I couldn't find her for a date.

Stir fried lungs, grilled heart and stomach, and broiled intestines would make a great filling to go along with stuffing. Too bad he couldn't cook all of it inside her body. Maybe if he had years of experience cooking he could, but he was taxidermist.

I cut along the lines of her neck, stopping for a moment to suck in her final breaths of life, before I carefully separate her head, and what remained of her spine, from her body. Her eyes, still a lovely gold, were empty of life and that hunger I fell in love with. Before, it sent a shiver down my spine when she looked at me, but, now, I felt ashamed that I was staring into her dead eyes, knowing what power they usually held.

Finally, I sat her head down and got back to my work.

The rib cage was removed, the left lung had been scratched a little but nothing too bad, the heart was cut out, and, using it more of a shovel, I was able to remove the pelvis; which I decided to save to use as a basket for her liver, womb, and ovaries.

Next came the arms, which were easy to compared to the torso. The elbow bones were set aside, next to the knee bones, and the hands and feet left where hey were. There were too many bones in them to deal with, but I didn't want to ruin the image for when I finished and presented the cooked body.

Finally, I took my last break, drank more jungle juice, and mentally prepared myself for the sewing... hopefully I wouldn't poke my own fingers off.
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A week later, and everything was ready.

Nidalee and I sat down at my place, a first time for everything, to enjoy the meal we had both worked on making. She had provided the meat and stuffing, and I prepared and cooked it.

Thankfully, she loved the spread-eagle pose I put the body in and her preserved head sitting between her breasts.

She took the first cut, filling her plate with five inches of leg meat, taking the hollow knee with it, and commented on my work.

After we had eaten our fill, worked off the calories on the cleared table, she laid down on the table, breasts fully exposed and showing off her new, new tattoos, and told me to get to work.

With that fanged smile on her face and those hungry eyes... I had to take a deep breath to stop my hands from trembling.

Not many men can say they ate the cooked entrails out of their living girlfriend's chest cavity, but I can.

When she's fully recovered, she said it was my turn to get eaten out... literally. With a mandatory diet of grains, apples, corn, and beans for three months, I couldn't help but think she wanted to see if a vegetarian had a different taste.